After receiving a strange letter from Alastor requesting him to visit him, Vox immediately came to the conclusion that he was going to be killed. However, after paying a visit to the Hotel, he instead found out that Alastor was in rut, and was inviting him over for an entirely different reason... ---- Note: This fic will have eventual smut (not for a good few chapters, as it is a slow burn). Alastor's asexuality is also addressed in this, although it isn't a major plot point. ---- Word count as of last update: 7531

Alastor could have said with complete honesty that he had zero interest in sex. Up until recently. Except, he still hated the idea of being close to someone. The thought of sex disgusted him. But the power that came with it was intriguing. ---- Alastor wants Vox's soul. He decides on an unconventional way to get it. ---- Note: In this fanfiction, Alastor is asexual. He engages in sex only when it benefits him, as he has little to no desire for it. He also experiences/enjoys sex in atypical ways, such as when violence is involved. It's hard to explain, but you'll get the gist. ---- Word count (As of latest update): 28,497 words

Alastor is in heat so Vox helps ease the pain and fucks him till he's barely conscious. Alastor enjoys it more than he expects to. fic contains: mating cycles/in heat; top vox; bottom alastor; asexual alastor; mildly dubious consent; smut crossposted on ao3 (fenoloftaleina)

In the aftermath of Alastor and Vox's electrifying on-air showdown, Vox finds himself unusually rattled. His usual suave demeanor is slipping, much to his cohorts' amusement - and concern. Velvet can do little more than roll her eyes at his antics. Valentino, on the other hand, is convinced that all Vox needs to do is get laid and relax. or, alternatively... The tech-savvy overlord manages to snag a virus from the dark web and finds himself in the arms of his worst enemy.

Enemies to lovers--opposites unite in soft, tenderful ways. + Vox, vexed at his constant losses against the Radio Demon, thinks of a mischievous, wicked plan to disintegrate the hotel's reputation However, during the vehemence of it all: Vox catches feelings for his worst enemy. What will he do? + This is my first ever Radiostatic fanfic! I focus entirely on making it sound somewhat believable and realistic--while attempting to carry on story and make it entertaining! I appreciate any type of support: comment, vote for chapters or simply reading them! I love making this and I hope you will too!:)

Alastor x Vox x Lucifer so be prepared. Don't hate if you don't like but understandable if you don't like it. Lucifer feels lonely one hellish night and decides to go on a dating site. Unknowingly matching wit Vox, Charlie tells Alastor to go along with Lucifer for his upcoming date with the TV overlord. When the big bad Vox is revealed Alastor shows signs of....jealously perhaps? Read figure out the rest!!!

Vox makes a new friend at the bar- Only to be escorted back to his apartment, stuck there during a snow storm, and asked to mate!? Cheesy ass Radiostatic story WARNING!! Contains: Swearing and inappropriate, violent, and/or sexual language, smut and sex, possible violence. You've been warned. Coverart not mine, credits to the artist.

Creator of cover art is **Radio Shack** on Pinterest. My first story, I'll try. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Vox would sit up from Valentino's bed, he had fallen for the Moth demon's flirts and comments after a night of partying with the other V's had ensued, causing him to be with a killer hangover. Vox would make his way over to the bathroom, looking in the mirror to see a rather large crack in his screen, who knows how that happened... "Fucking great..." He would mumble to himself as he clenched his stomach, holding in his vomit.

Vox is defeated. Canceled. Doomed. Will he be able to find peace at the Hazbin Hotel? Can he start over, pick up the pieces, and rebuild himself? Or... is he only checking in so he can get close again to his favorite former prisoner - the Radio Demon? - This story is written as a continuation of season 2. - I know Alastor is canonically ace, but in my story he leans more toward gray. - English isn't my first language, so I'm using ChatGPT to help with my grammar. Radiostatic will be canon! (Everyone say amen.) Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoy the story - Noel 🌸

"Now, the million dollar questions...Who is this killer, assuming it's someone other than The New Orleans Huntsman? Is he or she still in Louisiana? Have they already fled? Are they sneaking past us right now, under all of our very noses?" Vincent, unable to help it, turned up the radio, (again). He loved to hear people talk about himself, especially if they had such a lovely tone. He hadn't caught the host's name, maybe he'd- "They could be anyone of us. Killer, if you're listening..." The voice continued, uncaring of his inner thoughts. He held his breath, almost worried the smooth tongue would slip away forever lest he gave it his full focus. "Then make yourself known." With how the voice had just asked Vincent so prettily? Oh, he would. --- Or, Vincent has gone down to Louisiana, needing to continue rising through the ranks of stardom across television. But then he ends up meeting Alastor, a local Radio Star with a bad attitude that Vincent would love to fix. Too bad Alastor liked being difficult. Oh, and they're both serial killers, but neither of them know it yet. Who would have thought? - Updates on Sundays - Cover Art by duhaeriss on Tumblr & Twitter - Cross posted on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/74673856/chapters/195022946